Why am I sighing? The great foray into sock knitting is not going well. After countless hours wrestling with size 2 dpns (which are small, people!) and sock yarn (which is not like a good ol’ WW wool, let me tell you...) I was making progress. Sure, it was only about 7 rounds, but enough so I could actually see the ribbing pattern begin to take shape. The dpns were behaving nicely and I was starting to get into a nice little rhythm.
And then I f*&ked it all up.
Because, while admiring my pretty little ribbing pattern, I noticed a dropped stitch from the second round. Out came my Knitting for Dummies book and crochet hook. “Not a problem,” I said. And then a bunch of things happened at once involving yarn and 3 dpns and a hook and trying to figure out if the stitch should have been a knit or purl and to make a long story short.... it became a problem. I then continued knitting.... and realized my ribbing is all goofed up now. As in, K2P2 is now like K4P2 in that one section.
Insert scream of frustration.
I could tink and try and fix it, but given my obsessiveness and the fact that I will probably make it worse, I think scrapping my wee tiny bit of progress and starting over is the way to go. Which is why I am sighing.
Because that wee tiny bit of progress was several hours worth of work.
Maybe I should go back to crocheted snowflakes?